Chief Pain-in-the-Face

Chief Pain-in-the-Face

I saw the dermatologist—

It happens twice a year.

He shot me with his aerosol—

And froze my freakin’ ear.

Now, I don’t want you thinking that

I’m anything like Job,

But I felt suffering, my friends,

When that mist hit my lobe.

I’d like to borrow—just awhile—

His can of freezing mist

And shoot him in his little lobe—

And then see who gets pissed!

 

She took one look at Bob, her unknown date,

And thought, An evening to abbreviate.

Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (45)

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,"

Says Theseus, are similar. (I know it!)  (5.1)